Baha is rejoiced at thy remembrance and
he is writing an answer to thy letter so that thou mayest be so moved by
the breezes of the love of God that thou mayest become the envy of the
cypress of the rose-garden and cause joy, yearning, longing and ecstasy to
the friends.

In this great dispensation, art (or a profession) is identical with an act
of worship and this is a clear text of the Blessed Perfection. Therefore,
extreme effort should be made in art and this will not prevent the
teaching of the people in that region. Nay, rather, each should assist the
other in art and guidance. For instance, when the studying of art is with
the intention of obeying the command (of God) this study will certainly be
done easily and great progress will soon be made therein; and when others
discover this fragrance of spirituality in the action itself, this same
will cause their awakening. Likewise, managing art with propriety will
become the means of sociability and affinity; and sociability and affinity
themselves tend to guide others (to the Truth).

Satisfy thy revered father and seek his pleasure,so that he may consider
that thou observest his obedience more than ever. Practice the utmost love
and affection.

I supplicate and beseech the Threshold of Oneness that thou mayest be
confirmed and assisted.

"O thou who art rejoiced by the Divine Glad-tidings!..."

O thou who art rejoiced by the Divine Glad-tidings!

Verily I have received thy last letter and thanked God that thou didst
reach Paris protected and guarded (by Him). Thank thou God that He
assisted thee to behold the brilliant faces of the believers of God and
favored thee to meet them in American countries. For, verily, beholding
those shining countenances is a divine gift; by it the hearts are dilated,
the souls are rejoiced and the spirits are attracted toward the Supreme
Concourse.

Do not lament over the departure of my dearly beloved Breakwell, for
verily he hath ascended to the luminous rose-garden in the Abha Kingdom,
near the mercy of his Lord, the Almighty, and is crying out with the
loudest voice: "O that my people knew how my Lord hath forgiven me and
made me one of those who have attained (to the meeting of God)!"

O Breakwell, my beloved! Where is thy beautiful countenance and where is
thy eloquent tongue? Where is thy radiant brow and where is thy brilliant
face?

O Breakwell, my beloved! Where is thy enkindlement with the fire of the
love